The Tragic Death of Corporate
Man
a hero for
capitalism;
champion of the
working class
by Tom Landaluce
Section 3:
Breakroom meeting and
the economic ills.
3.a.i
Everything was
antique gold and soft sepia. His vision
seemed scratchy, like an old film, and audio ambiance sounded as though it came
from a record player; needle down on dusty vinyl.
A light breeze
was on the air, bringing scents of freshly mown grass, apple pie, kettle corn,
and crisp dollar bills. He was wearing a
suit made of high quality linen which he found very comfortable in the warm
summer sun. He stood on the roof’s edge of
a small savings and loan in a great American town and adjusted his tie.
The breeze was
picking up.
Corporate Man
reached into his suit pocket and retrieved a gadgety device made of gears and
levers, housed in a small glass tube.
This miniature stock ticker produced a tiny tape which allowed him to
monitor trading. He was waiting for his
stocks to increase in value, as he knew they would. Should be in about four minutes from now.
He surveyed
the landscape of the picturesque town and noted the malt shop across the
street. Business there was booming these
days. He’d have to stop by for a treat
once he’d finished his business elsewhere.
His necktie
lengthened and the breeze became a gust.
The four minutes had passed.
Stocks were up. They would remain
up for the remainder of the week. This
was good. He would need his special
necktie in the coming days and it never seemed to work properly when the stocks
were down.
He checked the
ticker tape to confirm his portfolio’s peak and then stepped off the edge of
the savings and loan, his necktie fluttering over his shoulder, stretched out
behind him like a cape.
Corporate Man
rose up into the sky amongst the puffy white clouds and disappeared in the
circle of brilliant summer sunshine blazing over the small American town.
